[~No night is so long to stop day from following~ Active, Open]
Who: Giotto, Anyone!
Where: He's out exploring, so just about anywhere - feel free to specify in tag.
When: Day 003
What: Now that it's daytime, he's gimping out to look around - so there's a limping turn of the century Italian wandering around with a camera bag.
Warnings: None at the moment!
With daylight for apparent cover, Giotto woke up muzzily on the couch, pulled his mantle back on, and took a few minutes to stretch and limp around the room quietly - trying not to disturb anyone else staying there. His right wrist was wrapped, the gauntlet that would go on that hand hanging from his belt, and he shifted to get his wrist supported by the chain on the front of the mantle for support, for lack of a proper sling; the shoulder was back in place and had some healing, but it'd still be cruddy for a while yet, while the burns up his face were now basically half-healed but still visibly nasty.
The bag in front of the locked doors caught his attention fast - he knew that hadn't been there before he'd fallen asleep, and whatever presence had left them there hadn't been enough of a disturbance to wake him up... granted, considering the night before and how hard he'd crashed, it probably wasn't that much of an accomplishment to not manage to wake him up. He checked through the bag briefly - the photo probably being the one Nina had mentioned before, a toy frog, and ... some kind of strange ... rectangular ... thing with holes through it. There was a brief temptation to fidget with it and see if he could get it to do something, but after poking around some of the things they'd run across over the course of their travels, "see if someone else knows what it is" seemed like a wiser idea; he didn't feel like risking it being something that could take a finger off if he was careless. {And if anyone else in the study wants to tag off at this point over his shoulder, feel free!}
If it'd appeared from nowhere, then it was probably important - and as much as it might end up drawing the attention of one of the entities in the house? It seemed worth keeping with him; he shouldered the oddly-shaped back before he slipped out to go exploring. Once outside the study's door, the air was less oppressive; the place still felt horribly wrong, but the sense of direct, impending threat was absent - like Nina had said, things weren't out and about in the daytime, it looked like. With that confirmed, there wasn't much reason to worry about having to fight of monsters, even as gimped as he was; so he set out to get a feel for the layout of the place and see if he could find certain little things. Like proper medical supplies ...food ... water ... maybe a bath and a chance to get cleaned up after that fight, if there was a safe place for that.
Where: He's out exploring, so just about anywhere - feel free to specify in tag.
When: Day 003
What: Now that it's daytime, he's gimping out to look around - so there's a limping turn of the century Italian wandering around with a camera bag.
Warnings: None at the moment!
With daylight for apparent cover, Giotto woke up muzzily on the couch, pulled his mantle back on, and took a few minutes to stretch and limp around the room quietly - trying not to disturb anyone else staying there. His right wrist was wrapped, the gauntlet that would go on that hand hanging from his belt, and he shifted to get his wrist supported by the chain on the front of the mantle for support, for lack of a proper sling; the shoulder was back in place and had some healing, but it'd still be cruddy for a while yet, while the burns up his face were now basically half-healed but still visibly nasty.
The bag in front of the locked doors caught his attention fast - he knew that hadn't been there before he'd fallen asleep, and whatever presence had left them there hadn't been enough of a disturbance to wake him up... granted, considering the night before and how hard he'd crashed, it probably wasn't that much of an accomplishment to not manage to wake him up. He checked through the bag briefly - the photo probably being the one Nina had mentioned before, a toy frog, and ... some kind of strange ... rectangular ... thing with holes through it. There was a brief temptation to fidget with it and see if he could get it to do something, but after poking around some of the things they'd run across over the course of their travels, "see if someone else knows what it is" seemed like a wiser idea; he didn't feel like risking it being something that could take a finger off if he was careless. {And if anyone else in the study wants to tag off at this point over his shoulder, feel free!}
If it'd appeared from nowhere, then it was probably important - and as much as it might end up drawing the attention of one of the entities in the house? It seemed worth keeping with him; he shouldered the oddly-shaped back before he slipped out to go exploring. Once outside the study's door, the air was less oppressive; the place still felt horribly wrong, but the sense of direct, impending threat was absent - like Nina had said, things weren't out and about in the daytime, it looked like. With that confirmed, there wasn't much reason to worry about having to fight of monsters, even as gimped as he was; so he set out to get a feel for the layout of the place and see if he could find certain little things. Like proper medical supplies ...food ... water ... maybe a bath and a chance to get cleaned up after that fight, if there was a safe place for that.